DAY 55: Memories

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All memories come in crashing
in like a wave
When I start moving,
my vision becomes blur,
this is what I saw in the thought that had occurred;
I need to know how I got here
and now I'm begging at your door,
I cannot bear this feeling anymore,
I need a cure.

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